February 10, 2014 | 0 Comments
Debbie [to Carl]: I’m expressing myself creatively. You’re counting for underarm hair with a mirror.
Debbie [to Carl]: I’m expressing myself creatively. You’re counting for underarm hair with a mirror.
Frank: I’d be crying too if I wasn’t so high.
Sammi: My whole life I’ve been looking for a daddy.
Fiona: I don’t know why it took me this long to start hating myself but I got there. It’s a shitty feeling.
Debbie: I wish I could just skip the part where I don’t know the right thing to do and get to the part where I do.
Fiona: What do you want me to say? That I’m self-destructive? That liars, and thieves, and addicts turn me on? That I don’t know how to…
Debbie: I’m not a little girl. I’m ready.
Robbie: Game recognizes game. Fiona: We are nothing alike.
Mandy: Random destruction makes you think of me? Lip: Yeah it was beautiful.
Frank: What kind of system do we live in where you have to cripple yourself to stay alive?